A/N: This is probably going to be the most controversial fic I've come up with yet. As a matter of fact, I may say some things that shock you, hurt you, or even make you angry. As a friend of mine would say, this fic isn't for the weak at heart, if you can't stomach it, that's too bad. I wouldn't recommend that anyone under 14 read this fic, but if you're mature enough to handle it, good for you. It's just an expression of something that I feel strongly about, and I just happened to come up with a way to express it in YGO fic. The topic…. well, you just read for yourself. I don't want to give anything away. Enjoy…and please review…I want to hear your thoughts on this.
Quick Note: Domino City is in the U.S. for this one, and I'll be using the names from the English dub (I know, I know, those folks at 4Kids and the WB messed it up, it just makes it easier for me) This fic will be fairly short by the way, I'm guessing seven or eight chapters at most.
Random Quote: "A simple friend thinks the friendship is over after you've had an argument. A real friend knows it's not a friendship until after you've had a fight."- Unknown
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or anything else in this story that may be mentioned, all I own is this idea and the fingers that are typing this. Get it? Good.
Angry People:
Chapter One
It was a breezy day at Domino City High; the sun was shining brightly in the afternoon sky. People were walking around, having fun with their friends, playing games, and just enjoying life. Well…everyone except Malik Ishtar. He had arrived in Domino a few months ago with his sister, Isis, from Egypt. Unfortunately, while his sister's career as an exhibitor of fine art grew prosperous, his social life did not see such great success. He spent nearly all of his time alone, and constantly heard whispers and rumors about himself. Some were cruel jokes about his heritage; others were threats to himself and his sister. As Malik walked outside on his way to lunch, he remembered the day those threats went beyond words…
"How's that, you worthless sand-nigger?"
Malik remembered those words as clear as crystal. He remembered how a group of boys, all of them a great deal bigger, jumped him one day after school. They kicked, punched and stomped him until he could no longer defend himself. Then, they did something that hurt him so deep was so traumatic for him; he hadn't spoken to a person at the school since.
"Open your fucking mouth, punk."
One of the attackers pulled out a gun, while the others held Malik up against a brick wall.
"I said open your goddamn mouth, towel head!"
"Please…stop this…I haven't done anything. I don't even know you!" This statement earned Malik a vicious strike with the pistol across his stomach. He could have sworn by the sickening crunch he heard that one of his ribs was broken.
"That's what you get, fucking terrorist! Now open up…you ever played Russian Roulette, punk?" The thug pulled out a cartridge of bullets.
"When you play with a six-shooter, you only load one bullet into the revolver, so there is only a one-in-six chance of you taking the bullet. But, we got something planned real special for you, boy." The older boy loaded five chambers with bullets, getting cheers from some of the boys as he did it.
"Now, so…ready to play, terrorist?"
Malik opened his mouth to protest, but the thug forced the gun down his throat, leaving him unable to speak.
"Alright boys, lets see how lucky this son-of-a-bitch is!"
ONE…
Malik began to pray frantically, it was almost certain he was about to die.
TWO…
He braced himself for the end, hoping that it would come quickly and painlessly.
THREE…
He shut his eyes tight; waiting for his head to be literally blown off…but the bullet never came…Malik opened his eyes and realized that he survived, physically anyway. His emotions, his dignity, could not have been more hurt.
"Look at him fellas, the Arab boy took a pee-pee on himself!" The gunman and his cronies laughed, taking Malik's suffering and using it for their own twisted pleasure.
Malik, his eyes downcast, could only listen as they mocked his fear. Suddenly he felt his jaw pulled upward. "You ever look at my sister like that again…you won't be so damn lucky, you got that punk!"
Malik couldn't respond. He didn't know who this guy was, and was pretty sure he didn't know who his sister was.
"I think the sand-nigger gets the message, man…let's get outta here before we get busted." One of the younger boys suggested.
"Right." The boys scrambled away from the scene, running like scalded dogs. Malik leaned against the wall, holding his ribs, blood pouring out of his nose. He couldn't cry…he felt no sorrow, no love, no amazement. All he felt at that moment was pain and pure hatred…
Malik had reached his destination, a picnic table on the outskirts of the campus. It was there that he ate his lunches. He was either too afraid or too full of hate to eat with the other kids of the high school. He opened up his lunch bag, usually left ready for him by his older sister in the morning.
"PBJs again…what a surprise!" He muttered sarcastically as he began to chomp down on his lunch, unaware that someone was watching him…
Tea looked over at the loner eating his sandwich, eyes distant. She had felt so sorry for him: she had seen some of the things he had gone through, what some people had said about him and his sister. She hated what many of the other students had said or done to him, but was scared that if she spoke up, she would fall victim to the same abuse. She wished that she could reach out…show the boy that someone cared, but she didn't know how.
"You alright, Tea?" Yugi asked, very much concerned with his friend.
"I'm fine, Yugi, thanks for asking." Tea looked up at her longtime friend, smiling slightly.
"Are ya sure, Tea? Ya look pretty depressed." A blonde boy by the name of Joey Wheeler chimed in.
"Yes, Joey. I'm sure. Are you ready for that Calculus test today?"
Joey nearly fell out of his seat. "Calculus test? Today? How come I didn't know about dis?"
Yugi and Tea couldn't help but laugh at their friend's plight.
"If you had stayed awake during class, you would have know that Miss Williams announced the test last Friday, Wheeler." The three turned around to see a familiar face…scratch that, scowl.
"You shut up, Kaiba! Nobody asked you anyway!" Joey bellowed through gritted teeth, his dislike for the 17-year-old CEO/honor student shining through.
"Humph! You asked a question…I merely gave you an answer. The truth hurts, doesn't it mutt."
Kaiba and Joey continued to verbally spar, with Yugi playing his usual role as referee. But Tea didn't really care at this point. She could only think about Malik, and his sitting there all alone. No more…she had to do something….
"You guys, I'll be right back."
Too graphic? Too short? Not deep enough? Love it? Like it? Absolutely hate it and think I should burn in the depths of hell for writing it? LET ME KNOW! I don't even know if I should continue this fic…I might be making some enemies with this one…and before you ask, NO, I'm not prejudiced, YES, I'm a young black kid from Louisiana trying to say some things that I think I need to say. Well…that's it for this chapter…and HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!
BigLos…out